There is one vital area that has been neglected by both public and private programs: rental relief.
The specter of Covid-19 hovers over Martha’s Vineyard like a swarm of gulls at a Menemsha clambake.
Birthday parties have always been important in our family.
Even my dreams have gone down the drain.
For weeks now life has seemed strange, surreal, not grounded. This must be what suspended animation feels like.
Dear God, please let today be a good day, that is, a day in which I do not do anything too stupid.
We need to do everything reasonably possible to combat climate change and reduce our carbon footprints.
Wise electric bus transit can be accomplished that will not damage our town.
The Vineyard was quiet just a month ago and we were worried about what the summer would look like.
From the Oct. 2, 1942 edition of the Vineyard Gazette:
Although the Vineyard joined with New Bedford in mourning the departure of the old whaleship Charles W. Morgan from Round Hills to her new and probably permanent berth at Mystic, Conn., the present aspect of the ancient ship should serve to cheer both places in view of the splendid job that has been done in securing her, and in the promising start that has been made toward her restoration.
